Well done for GALling, I bet you felt better after your 45 minute pit stop. I recently bought my first ever bottle of red wine (one that was purchased just for me that is) and enjoy the occasional glass here and there. The first day H gave me his "brutal truth" lecture I drunk two glasses just to get through the phone conversation with my MIL, but obviously since then I didn't drink again, hangovers when you have kids are a different kind of hell, one that I cannot handle!
I can only say one thing about anxiety that proves how useles it is. I spent most of my adult life anxious about all those possible catastrophes that could happen, worrying about this and that, and stressing over everything. My therapist thought that my depression was a result of my high levels of anxiety, that's how bad I was. Did I ever think H would do this to me? Did all those days of worry prepare me of help me in any way? No. I'm still struggling with it, but trying to not let it take over my life.
Take care
"There's nothing sadder than a conman conning himself"
“There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, What if you fly?”
